The Other Way

I have no goal

Suddenly the sun behind me

Foretells an oncoming danger

I see my other self pass through

The crown of darkness and duration

Nursing on the coolness of buckwheat

I do not see his hand here before me

It is in black depths of the land

It is holding up flowers of bone

So my tribe in its rituals will know

The presence of ancestors' souls

I see an earthen wall, ancient under the sun

All proverbs have been buried in wine

I see rhythms snaking over a drumhead

A singer loosens his flaming tongue

To seek surreal terrain

I am not here, for there is another self

Walking in an opposite direction